Luyện nghe bài hát Antiquary To Mediocrity

Birthright named
That God has the power to judge
Versailles'
Antiquary to

We are parasites
Using weapons
Diluting our into the
Miraculous healer Champagne

Their for Marivaux's habits
to white our gold-dust skin
Of our drunkard vices
For the reversed

Retarded child of
I had the difficulty
Of my mortifying
Expose flattery

Human life passes far from purpose
Under the desires of a eaglet,
to pity

me
Been in to the court
to mediocrity
Paying my court to my loved

Enter the high
words grate Appollon's smiles
Dismissed of our obsession
on the surface of flesh

Even the the head on the block,
I will languishly
My brother the executioner, offence to

Draw my one by one
Tear out the lair
under point)lace underwear
Of a baroque baroness

under the breast
Suffered of bu mondaine
Let me in a ripe fruit
Blossom out from a rotten

Marie Antoinete, I you so
As a distress flow
Heartlessness towards my
Usher in the high

Divine mistress of my night
Libertines in the floral park
Shocker at the sight my body
In silk sheets